Post by Punk19 on Oct 29, 2005 23:29:36 GMT -5
Halloween 7:
Michael's Hungry
Michael's Hungry
“Forget about what everyone says about the unknown and unloved evil that presides in the house down the street. Forget about all the rumors that state that he is just out there for no apparent reason. This is the real thing, and the real thing might tell you what you don’t want to know. What I am telling you is what I believe nothing of the stories of Michael Myers. And I am his soul believer that he will live forever in the minds of the Haddonfield children and teens. I actually think he will return in the cover of supreme darkness on that night that we all call, Halloween.”
“Angela hold on.” Christina yelled.
“Catch me if you can.” I yelled back.
“Were are you two going?” Patrick asked.
“Angela wants one of those new masks.” Christina called back.
“The newest one?” Patrick asked.
“Yep, there’s one left.” I yelled back.
“Your possessed.” Patrick stated.
“What else is new?” Christina exclaimed.’
We ran past a lot of houses, parked cars, and mailboxes. I didn’t want to stop until I reached that store that carried the last mask of my very dreams. So people may call me paranoid, but I’m not. I’m both suicidal and crazy, only I use my suicidal mind during this time of the year. My favorite time of year. The one everyone stopped celebrating, the one that makes me go back into my past. I’m not talking Valentines day, I’m talking about the day only known as Halloween.
Everyone stopped celebrating Halloween a few years ago because of that incident of 1988. Well, tradition follows me as I have been celebrating it for the five years that everyone forgot. I usually dress up as a killer with a knife, but this year I was to dress up as the killer that I most famously loved. His name, Michael Myers.
“Angel be rational, you know what our parents said.” Christina stated.
“So, I don’t care.” I called back.
“What if he returns?” Patrick asked.
I jumped at the idea of Michael Myers returning. All my life, well actually about six years, I had been waiting and hoping for him to come back. Patrick and Christina, I know were worried about me. But I was fine. I had everything in control. I had my money, my mind and I had my dreams intact.
Christina was a blonde haired girl of seventeen years. She had blue eyes and she loved wearing tight shirts and extremely short skirts. She almost always wore fingernail polish and lipstick. She, her parents, and her sister had moved here in Haddonfield way before I.
Patrick has long black hair that came way past his shoulders. He had the clearest blue eyes anyone had ever seen. He loved wearing leather pants and he loved being cool. He owned his very own truck. He, his father and brother had moved here twelve years ago.
I had brown hair, brown eyes and I was tall. I loved leather and I loved watching movies. The first movie I had watched when I was seven was Hellraiser. After that it had been all sailing. I think I own all the masks from almost all the horror movies out there. All except the Child’s Play series. I didn’t really care for that one horror movie. I was seventeen, and I had been living with Christina and her family for almost four years. I had been bounced between twelve families around the world ever since I was a baby.
“Angel, come on lets go somewhere else.” Christina exclaimed.
“No way.” I yelled back.
“I know, lets go to the library.” Christina stated.
“Almost there.” I ignored her.
“Or we can go to the theater.” Patrick hissed.
“One more block.” I yelled back.
“Angel wait.” Christina screamed.
It was too late, I ran into the street and a car barely missed hitting me. I didn’t stop though. Christina and Patrick did though. But only to apologize and explain why I had ran almost smack into him.
“We are so sorry.” Christina stammered. “Our friend is late for a lesson in driving.”
“Tell her to be careful.” The driver said.
The driver looked back and smirked. His dirty hands and face made him look evil, his eyes looked as if they hadn’t had a decent nights sleep, and his clothes stated that he was a farmer. Before driving off into the dust he balled his fist and shaked it at my back. I didn’t notice as my back was towards him.
Christina and Patrick ran off as quickly as they could, but they couldn’t catch me. I was there and out in a few minutes. And in my hands was a brown paper back with the words Halloween Masks. Christina and Patrick followed me to the Dairy Queen.
“What were you thinking?” Christina shrieked.
“You could have been killed.” Patrick hissed.
“I know, I know.” I said.
“Don’t ever scare us like that again.” Christina stated.
“Yes mother.” I joked.
We walked by many stores that had signs up in the windows that said, Halloween masks not sold here,in the windows. I didn't know why but for some reason this town wasn't right. Everyone else celebrated Halloween, why didn't this one? Was it a belief or something, or maybe it was something that had happened a long time ago. Maybe I was just strange.
"Angel, come on we'll be late." Christina said.
"Christina, please call me Angela." I exclaimed.
"Sorry." Christina sighed.
I hated it when people called me Angel. It made me feel so strange, as if I was being called a freak or something. I had a somewhat different side to me. I could be as mean as a bull when he saw red. But I could also be quiet, peaceful and smart all at the same time. I had only lost my temper once. An althiugh I couldn't remember the details I don't think I want to.
"So where we going now?" Patrick asked.
"The park." Christina stated.
"Allow me to drop this off in my car." I said.
"Don't be long." Christina said.
I ran to my car as fast as I could. I think I gave myself a heart atack because I was running so fast. When I did get to my car you could imagine the look on my face. The front was bashed in, the wheels were slashed and the stereo was missing. I felt like crying and killing someone at the same time. I think Christina and Patrick heard my ownly blood chilling scream before I drifted into that blissful slumber of my terrified mind.